Luther strolled into the library, his arms full of books. It was an ecclectic mixture ranging from classic literature to quantum physics. He'd spent most days holed up in his room, reading, and he needed a new pile to work on. It was strange to have so much time on his hands. He was used to being second in command of the serious and serial crimes unit. Never a free moment.
It was a moment before he noticed he wasn't alone. There was a kid sitting at the side of the room. He nodded a greeting at him as he set his books down.